I met an angel

Niall ran away from home and have no idea what a normal life is. He escapes from everything that hurt him and becomes homeless. Harry's the opposite. He has rich parents can afford to throw money at nothing and he lives a good life. Still, it's something with Niall that catches his interest. During the dirty face are a wonderful person and it's not long before Harry realizes who he loves.


16. Admitting

"Damn, you should throw Niall out!" 
Harry looked cool on Liam. He dared not defend Niall, but he didn't want to hear such things about him either. 
"He's all right!" 
Liam laughed and ordered two beers. They sat in the pub and the people began to flow in to the aria. 
"He's just looking for your money and your good name." 
Harry shook directly on his head and looked down at his hands. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare. He wanted to defend Niall, but what would he say? 
"Niall's okay!" he said again, but Liam continued to be the only mean to the Irish, 
"He's fucking not as nice as we are. Not a single girl in here would like to have him and his blond hair." 
Harry swallowed. 
"Well there are those who want him."
Liam laughed and put the beer in front of Harry. Then he drank from his own bottle. 
"You are so blind!" 
Harry swallowed. 
"No I'm not blind but I'm an idiot who doesn't defend him." 
Liam was surprised, but the girls devoted his gaze. 
"Look at those girls. So damn fine, and think about how it would be to fuck with them!" 
Harry felt his patience ran out. He saw how Liam sat on the chair and thought he owned the whole room. 
"Shut up!"
Liam stopped and looked almost shocked at Harry. 
Harry drank it all up in the bottle and then looked at him coldly. 
"I'm so fucking tired of being an idiot and you're not so damn perfect as you think you are."
Liam dropped his mouth open and just stared at him. Harry smiled cold and leaned against him. 
"I'm gay and I don't fuck girls. My boyfriend is Niall Horan, but I was so afraid to admit it. Rather than sit here and pay you my time, I'll go home to him and show him I love him."
Laim frowned directly on the forehead and just stare at him. 
"Gay? Are you gay?" 
Harry nodded with satisfaction and stood up. 
"Yes, I love to fuck boys, but I love even more to be with Niall."


Harry finally realized that he should have listened to Niall. He put on his jacket and ran all the way home. He was so happy as he could be and he would tell Niall that everything would change. Harry was ready to come out with their relationship and he just felt so happy with that conclusion.


"Niall!" he shouted as soon as he entered the hall. He threw the jacket on the floor and ran up to Nialls room. He felt his whole stomach tingled and he realized how lucky he was. "Niall, I must talk to you." 
He was surprised when Niall wasn't in the bedroom. He saw clothes lie strewn on the bed and recognized them. It was the clothes that Niall had worn. Harry assumed he showered and went into the bathroom, but even there, were no Irish boy.


Harry didn't know what to think. He came down to the kitchen and there he found a well-written note. He read it and realized that Niall had left him. Okay! Niall had really left him, but why? Harry finally understood that all the lies had hurt Niall. He had finally been outward and decided not to stay there anymore. All that remained was emptiness and pain. Harry began to cry and he felt his whole body gave up. He sat down on the floor with the letter in his hand and in the end it all was like a big fog.

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